A/N: Hey! I had taken a few days' break from Sacrifice's Bird and wrote this oneshot. *Gestures at screen* Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Blindspot. I'm just messing around with the characters.

"Are you crazy?" Reade whispers to Zapata, pretending to be poring over paperwork.

Tasha Zapata rolls her eyes. "No, I'm bonkers. For God's sake, Reade, it's the elephant in the room."

Reade shakes his head frantically. "Are you crazy?"

"Reade, have you not seen the looks they give each other? The lingering touches? For an FBI agent, you sure are naive," Zapata snipes at him.

"Yes I have, but-"

"Then you are aware of how they're together," Tasha cuts in.

"No, because there is no way that Weller even thinks about her that way! You heard him, he's strictly professional!" Reade insists, blatantly ignoring the fact that he had seen Weller and Jane at close proximity recently.

"Weller is as good as showing cluelessness as he is at bellowing. I bet he smartened up and kissed Jane back, when she kissed him," Zapata retorts. "And don't say you haven't seen them at a close distance."

Reade mutters something about crazy women. "Well, yeah, I have, but that was just Weller calming her down."

Zapata shakes her head in disbelief. "Fine. Bet you that they're together for fifty bucks."

Reade's eyes light up. "Oh, you're on."

Zapata holds her hand out over their desks. "Shake on it."

Reade clasps her hand and gives it a firm shake, before dropping it and turning his attention on paperwork, a small smirk on his face.

His partner watches him, incredulity etched in her features.

"You two! You're off." Weller's gruff voice cuts through the quiet of the bullpen.

Reade rises from his chair all too eagerly grabs his jacket. "See you, boss."

Zapata takes a more graceful leave, waving goodbye to Weller. "See you."

Weller turns to Jane, standing behind him in the shadows. "They bet on us?"

Jane smirks and holds out her hand. "Twenty bucks. Pay up, Weller."

Weller scowls and withdraws cash from his pocket, pressing it into Jane's hand. He stalks away, only to be accosted by Reade on his way out.

"Hey, Weller, where's Jane?" Reade asks.

Weller simply raises an eyebrow and keeps walking. "In her safe house, like she should be."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm working."

"Then why are you walking out?"

"I forgot my case folder in my car."

"Well, oka-"

"Reade, if you have something to say, say it," Weller cuts him off, annoyed and eyebrows raised.

"Nothing to say, boss. Just want to check how you're doing. What, am I not allowed to do that anymore?"

"That's not the reason you're talking to me."

"...Well, why is Jane on her own?" Reade figures he might as well take a shot.

"She's not. Patterson's with her."

"Oh. Is Zapata going too?"

Weller shrugs. "You're her partner. And she's also not your girlfriend, Reade." His eyes glinted with amusement.

Reade's eyes widen. "Since when did I say that?"

"Since you started asking about where she's going," Weller deadpans.

"Right." And with that, Reade strides out the doors.

Jane appears next to Weller. "They're serious about us, aren't they?"

"Mmhm. Think you should go meet Patterson at your safe house now?"

Jane sighs. "Pure pandemonium happens when Tasha and Patterson come. Can we throw a Christmas party instead? I don't remember having one, and I thought…" Her voice drifts off as her eyes become forlorn and distant.

"Hey." Weller's hand comes up to brush her cheek. "We'll have one, okay? We'll throw a huge party."

Jane gives him a half smile. "Okay."

"Come on, I'll drive you."

A/N: It's almost Christmas! And almost break! So yeah, I felt a bit inspired to do a bit of humor, because I had just written some really depressing stuff for my English class. As always, feel free to improve my writing by leaving a comment! Thanks!